My Aunt Cindy’s mom always called her Cynthia. It wasn’t until she was gone that I realized that our YaYa had it right. My aunt was one of the most stylish, classy women I have ever known. She was a Cynthia. Aunt Cindy taught me about food as an expression of culture. Her Greek heritage was always evident at the table where we laughed as she shared the stories about her family. Her parties were always warm and inviting without being...